Chapter 225 The Old Leader Is Also Drunk

It can be said that people in this time and space always lack strong stimulation in taste, which makes everyone get some kind of strong stimulation, and they will become addicted and eager to enjoy it often.

This is how human beings are. People in northern Europe are no different. Everyone is always going further and further on the road of pursuing exciting feelings.

The pursuit of spirits is one, and the same mechanism will be used in the future where you cannot live without coffee and peppers.

So, extremely bitter stout, why do Germans like it? The residents of the Frankish kingdom also brewed a variety of beers. As a result, the East Frankish kingdom is very good at brewing rye into wine. After deep brewing and freezing, the alcohol content of the stout can be processed to 8°.

This degree is already very amazing. In order to obtain a fluttering body feeling, the German residents have adapted to the bitterness of the dark beer and described it as a unique mellow taste.

Of course, rye is brewed and processed. Novgorod residents already know how to brew the leftover rye bread into an alcoholic beverage with a unique aroma and light sweetness. That is kvass, but its production is actually rarer than brewing ale.

The reason is also very simple. Even though the Novgorod people have always known the art of brewing ale, and they have invented the ability to brew kvass more creatively, they only suffer from the fact that the grain is really precious, and they rarely waste wheat like this.

Once he experienced the spicy stimulation from high alcohol in his bland life, Otto's head was stimulated by this stimulation, and it also had the legendary status of "Valhalla wine".

Otto, he now thinks that the wine he used to drink is something...

Simply weak burst.

After distillation, it was quite unexpectedly processed by Rurik's so-called processing technology, which removed a large part of the substances that were extremely harmful to the human body. The alcohol is accompanied by the unique fragrance of oatmeal, and it smells extremely comfortable, and then the pungency of the entrance, the mouth feels a little pain, and when it enters the stomach, it is the warmth of the whole body. Otto has received such stimulation in his life? !

But the stimulus still needs to go further.

Otto is greedy, he really likes this magical wine, he has not realized the consequences of drinking it all, and now he just wants to drink all the fruits of the afternoon at the blacksmith shop.

The glass was refilled, and there was hardly a drop left in the large glass bottle.

"Dad, don't drink it in a hurry." Rurik said, grabbing the front of his old father's shirt.

"Oh? You want to drink too?"

"No! You put the cup on the ground,

I..." Halfway through his words, Rurik turned around and ran into the furnace that was constantly burning for iron smelting. After a while, he returned with a small burning stick.

"What is this for?" Otto asked.

Equally puzzled are Kravason and Kawhi.

Rurik just squatted down, he didn't say anything, just gently touched the glass with the burning stick, and the whole mouth of the glass was on fire!

The faint blue flames made Klavasen sit on the ground in shock!

Kawi and his wife Lilia, who were watching, were so shocked that their lips trembled.

Otto had never seen such a miracle before. He changed his mind and even rubbed his eyes before sitting on the ground, holding his breath as he watched the flames that kept beating in the cup.

Here, the only person who is happy is Rurik!

"Miracle! It's a miracle! Rurik, is this also a miracle that Valhalla can have?!" Otto's expression was like that of a child, and everyone could feel that this old guy had experienced a certain kind of spirit that he had never experienced before. Stimulate.

How to respond?

For a while, it was impossible to learn about the burning of alcohol, and Rurik simply said: "It's the miracle of Valhalla. Yes, I got a revelation in a dream again. I learned that Asgard's wine is like this. Yes, now that we made it in the mortal world, we Russ only need to use the tools we made to achieve a similar drinking enjoyment."

"Is...is that so?" Otto didn't think Rurik's remarks were lame, but should be a real truth.

The next action of Otto also surprised Rurik, so he suffocated the "burning wine".

Yes, the clan name of the clan I want to come to is "Ross", a very wild clan from the root!

The Rus, and their Slavic descendants, are full of madmen who dare to pour extreme spirits.

However, when it comes to drinking spirits, Rurik is very convinced that only Orientals are heroes in this regard. Because the data will not lie, in the world after a thousand years, the Orientals will actually consume the highest per capita spirits.

The vodka that is distilled and concentrated to 96° is the base liquor, and ordinary people drink it already diluted to 40°, or even 38°. In addition, in order to eliminate the bitterness and bad taste in the wine, pay attention to birch juice, lemon juice and honey, or something else.

It can be said that from the beginning, vodka has been specially formulated into cocktails.

Rurik was in a very excited mood, and the burning flames fully proved one thing - this is the real spirit!

He knows that the lower limit of the concentration of an alcohol burning is probably 41°.

Dilute the alcohol with pure water, and after the concentration is stuck at this point, the fine wine can be used as a burning agent, and he can estimate the lower limit of his distilled alcohol.

Excitement lingered on Rurik, and his expression even became a little grim, so he threw the slow-burning stick and encouraged Otto, who was also very excited.

"Dad! Maybe this is Valhalla's fire wine, drink it, I think you will be full of strength." Rurik deliberately encouraged.

"Power? Like getting younger? Good!"

Otto's old face was already a little red. It wasn't because of alcohol. The strength of alcohol will take some time to manifest.

Now Otto is simply excited, holding the cup with flames in his hands.

What am I doing?

A glass of burning water?

No, it's wine!

I'm... actually drinking burning wine from a crystal cup. Is this the miracle that Valhalla can only have?

As the juncture approached, Otto hesitated for a while, and finally took a sip of the burning spirits in front of everyone's eyes.

For this reason, his huge beard was scorched by the flames, and the moment the warm wine entered his mouth, he felt like a monster in legend, a snake that could breathe fire.

The wine that had been heated by the flame entered his stomach again, and Otto ignored his beard that was scorched to powder, and hurriedly wiped his mouth, feeling the warmth in his belly.

He looked at his son tenderly again, and put a big hand directly on top of his head: "It's really good wine! I really... can't explain how I feel now. Rurik, it's really yours."

"Dad, do you like it?" Rurik raised his head and asked knowingly.

"Like it! Of course I like it! I've decided now, I need more next time, and I'm going to drink this every day."

The old father became an alcoholic in an instant? To be honest, Rurik was surprised by the change in Otto's attitude.

Otto stared deeply at Kravatsen, who had the same beard, and it was obvious that he was talking to this old guy.

Clavasson panicked, a little guilty: "Boss, as long as it is your order, of course I will do it. But, I have to tell you, in order to get what you just enjoyed... enjoy, your bucket The ale is half consumed."

"Huh? How is that possible?!" Otto's eyes widened instantly.

Rurik immediately explained: "Dad, it's a fact. It's like iron ore, there's so much useless slag."

"Oh? In other words, I spent ten silver coins to buy a pass of ale, and I can only drink three glasses from this glass in the end?"

"Exactly." Clavasson nodded. "But, perhaps, noble chief, you can handle such consumption. It's just that you must provide me with enough ale."

"That's fine." Otto's big eyes narrowed into slits again. At this moment, he didn't realize that because of the erosion effect of alcohol, his spirit had become more and more emotional, and even his body movements had changed. It was a little exaggerated, and the voice gradually approached a roar.

He was like this, and the Kravassons felt the majesty.

Rurik was the only one who understood the change in the old guy the most—the drunkenness had finally begun to rise.

Otto still reminisced about the taste of spirits. He looked at his son and muttered: "Is this the name of your wine? It's really ugly. Rurik, give me a better name, and make sure to be nice. "

A good name, are there any other options?

"It's called vodka."

"vodka? Sounds pretty good." Otto didn't delve into the meaning of the word, he felt at least a lot more smooth.

But Rurik deeply felt that vodka must not only be a name for a wine from the beginning. It's a culture, it's a symbol, and it must be one of the symbols of the Rus!

It's better for other tribes and groups to think of Ross when they think of vodka.

Rurik continued: "Dad, it took ten silver coins worth of ale to make this vodka, and now it's a vodka that can be burned. I don't think there is a problem with the price increasing tenfold."

"Ten times? One hundred silver coins?" Otto was taken aback.

"Yes! We can use it to make money, make a lot of money, and we'll be richer because of it. Only if we get a lot of ale. Dad, we Russ need to be strong, not only more warriors, but also more A lot of money! A lot of money. Dad, it's up to you to get the ale. I implore you to buy all the ale from the merchants who are visiting us in a short time."

Otto didn't think much, and nodded hurriedly: "Okay! All good things are ours."

Rurik's remarks were actually told to Klavasen, and the old guy knew that he would have another chance to make a lot of money, so he laughed without saying a word.

What was Clavason thinking? This old blacksmith has learned the art of making glass containers and even glass bottles, and now even the art of distilling spirits is learned in practice. Glass is expensive, and so is spirits, and when you combine the two, big money must be made.

Otto explained to Kravason that he would come to take away the distilled vodka at noon tomorrow.

As the night got darker, Otto felt more and more that something was wrong with his body. He felt that he was too tired. Rurik succinctly explained that he was drunk.

Otto held his son's hand, and at this moment the huge body had become swaying.

He murmured endlessly with the last remaining consciousness, all praising the beauty of spirits.

"Vodka is a good thing, a small drink makes you happy, too much makes you drowsy. Dad, do you think you only had a glass and a half? You almost drank that barrel of ale!"

"Is there... is there that much? Don't tell me, the last time I felt this way, it was after drinking a barrel of ale."

Does the old father have such an experience? Rurik himself didn't know it. Maybe the so-called boasting was actually the old guy's reminiscence of his youth.

Otto wasn't lying, he did have a beer belly, and a massive belly. Just for the needs of combat and fighting, his clothes are always bound by belts, and the leather and chain armor he wears in battle makes Otto look like he is full of muscles.

He is also a big eater, and it is easy to nibble off a roasted lamb when he is young. On the issue of drinking ale, as long as he is diligent enough, it is normal for him to drink an oak barrel of wine.

Perhaps this is the power of genes.

The Rurik family in history are all large wine barrels, and it seems that those who have this bloodline have inherited a lot.

Rurik hadn't realized that his body, which was still weak, was born with the fighting power of "Liu Jin Ge".

Otto, he took his son's hand and finally touched the door of his own house. He didn't even say hello to the guys he approached. He really wanted to lie down on his animal skin mattress and enjoy the feeling of his soul floating in his body.

It can be said that he only walked into the house with his own willpower. If he slackens in the middle, he really fell asleep while lying on the ground.

Nia had never seen her husband become this embarrassed virtue.

and many more? Really embarrassed? ! She felt that her husband was clearly enjoying it.

Otto's face seemed to be coated with a layer of cinnabar, and his body was sweating rapidly.

His dazed appearance surprised Niya, and also surprised Rumia, who was sewing animal skin clothes with steel needles.

A drunken husband was the most indignant to his wife, and what happened next was not at all unexpected to Rurik.

Niya was swearing, but in the end, she laid a leather mattress for her and helped Otto, who was all fluffy, to lie down.

But at this moment Otto was saying something incomprehensible. What souls go to the sky, what beautiful scenery of Valhalla.

"Rurik, what happened to your father?" Niya interrogated Rurik without exception.

"This...he's drunk."

"Drunk? How many barrels of ale did he drink?!"

"Not a few barrels either. Just drank the vodka I made... made."

It's a strange word, and Niya is not unaware of what his son has done these days: "So, you succeeded? After you succeed, let your father try it?"

Rurik shrugged helplessly: "He is a man after all, and men always try something exciting."

"Oh! It's crazy." Nia rolled her eyes, then glared at Rurik: "You're also a man, you'd better not do this. You must always remember that when you become like this, at least be around you. Have a woman to help."

"Of course. Rumia, she will help me," Rurik said casually.

"She? Forget it, it's just a servant." Niya's words were slightly contemptuous, but her eyes did not notice Rumia's small face that suddenly turned slightly red.

"Maybe." Rurik sat down and approached his head maid, Rumia. "Mom, I'm hungry."

"Okay, I'll get you some meat to eat."

Rather than saying that Rumia is a servant, Nia, the wife of the leader, is even more of a mother. It is also that Otto has his own understanding of life. He did have the idea of ​​a group of wives and concubines. As he got older, this idea disappeared a lot, and it has completely disappeared now.

If Otto can still retain a trace of this thought, now he has really been washed away by the hot spirits.

What's so good about a woman? Not as good as the vodka made by my son.

Otto fell into a long-lost hangover, and he felt that his soul was just imprisoned in an aging body. Because of the spirits, he felt that he really flew to Tianyu.

Otto began to slumber deeply. It was late at night. After serving this old guy, Nia leaned over a little nervously and slept with her husband.

Niya is particularly gratified in this life that her husband did not betray her. However, her heart was broken when her two sons died unexpectedly one after another!

It was also at that time that she felt that she was sorry for her husband, and dared to suggest that Otto find another young woman and give birth to a son who is expected to inherit the leadership.

Otto didn't agree, and two months later, Niya, who was quite young, found out that she was pregnant again. More than half a year later, the magical Rurik was born.

Rurik's father's snoring was so loud that if his new home was finished now, he wouldn't have to suffer so much.

But the mother was almost immune to snoring, and the old couple huddled together to sleep. It was obvious that even if they had great wealth, they saw each other as great wealth.

What about Rurik's wealth? Now, there is a Rumia, and a large army of servants. They are not maids, they are talents. In this era, talents are the source of wealth, or, in other words, the source of wealth creation.

Rurik moved the bedding to Rumia, who was locked in the corner, and really surprised the maid.

The girl was a little moved, as if her brother needed the care of her sister.

"Masta, are you still asleep?"

"I can't sleep, I just want to talk to you now."

"Okay. Come on." Rumia got up, and under the moonlight, she laid out a blanket for "younger brother" quite naturally.

Because of the previous conversation, Rumia became more aware of her importance to Rurik.

However, deep down in her heart, she really wished that the great leader of the Rus would just die in a drowsiness. Rumia will never forgive Otto, but she has nothing but gratitude and dependence on Rurik. It was this friendship that forced her to accept that she was a daughter-like existence, and on the surface, she completely agreed with Otto's majesty and forced herself to accept her current fate.

It would be best if Otto passed out, so that Rurik would be able to take over as leader immediately.

Rumia thought innocently.

She also thought of other things, and when Rick came close to her, her eyes looked at the moon in the sky through the cracks in the wooden window: "A person who drinks too much wine will die. Wine can bring happiness. It can also take away some of the troubles, that's how Bona died, and the priests almost screwed everything up because of the wine."

"Sister, is this your opinion?" Rurik was a little excited.

"Maybe the boss drank a lot?"

"Not much, as many as three oak cups. But each cup is the essence of the wine."

"So, you made it just to please the boss? Is it worth it?"

"There's more money, a lot of money," Rurik said.

"But you're not short of money at all."

"It's not just about money either. I'm making the best wine so that it's a medicine that can help the wounded never worry about a fever. It's even a weapon, the best wine can burn, it It could even be…”

Anyway, there was nothing to do in the quiet night, and Rurik made some popular science about alcohol.

Rumia could not understand, she could clearly feel her little master's excitement.

She looked at the moonlight and said, "Okay, if you say it's good, it's good. Masta, I'll do anything for you. I even..."

"Don't think about it. Be my servant." Rurik responded coldly, but he had already guessed a lot in his heart.

After all, today's Rumia is already a girl in every sense. As for herself, this body is still a thin child.

It is precisely a child who still has a lot of time to do strange things before he becomes the leader, and finally brings great benefits to himself and those loyal clansmen.